Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The president of the United States is dead


I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools and hypocrites
Who walk a line that's tread so fine

Is it death or glory you have in mind

And here we go again it's mass delusion

And no one knows who leads the revolution now
As tension grows the way to a conclusion
it's too late there's no time

All for none, none for one, two, three, four

March of the dogs to a beat disillusion

Sworn under God breeding panic and confusion
The white flag is down send in the clowns
The carnival of sins is now about to begin


It may be I'm a pessimist
I'd say we need an exorcist

The root of all evil's standing tall
Under God and above us all


And here we go again in desperation
And all we know is confusion and frustration now
As tension grows no vision of salvation

it's too late there's no time

March of the dogs to a beat disillusion

Sworn under God breeding panic and confusion
The white flag is down send in the clowns
The carnival of sins is now about to begin


And now the president's dead
Because they blew off his head

No more neck to be red
Guess to heaven he fled
Was it something he said

Or because of who's in his bed
By whom will we be led
From whose hand will we be fed

All the lies by the lying liars who said
We'll be fine, it's ok
Hey look mom, no head